[Intro] Lost in the Range Skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh I'm lost... I'm lost... I'm lost... (I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm looost)
[Chorus] I'm lost Lost in the Range What ya block? What ya claim lil g? (lil g) If it's fake then it ain't with me (with me) Got a room full of dragons and I'm lost Lost in the Range (skrrt) What ya block? What ya claim lil g? (lil g) If it's fake then it ain't with me (with me) Got a room full of dragons and I'm lost
[Verse 1: Bedoes] You got me fucked up but it ain't your fault I took your heart wanna take some more And I'm gone Young boys on dat gang shit Fuck the cops Drop the opps But inside I cry when I lane switch You don't know my pain bitch Demons and angels The street is in dangerous Still living brainless Dragons and kingslayers with me Trap left me heartless, she is so gorgeous She gonna keep playing with me I'll love you to the death, baby help me find my way
[Chorus] I'm lost Lost in the Range What ya block? What ya claim lil g? (lil g) If it's fake then it ain't with me (with me) Got a room full of dragons and I'm lost Lost in the Range (skrrt) What ya block? What ya claim lil g? (lil g) If it's fake then it ain't with me (with me) Got a room full of dragons and I'm lost
[Verse 2: Taco Hemingway] Yeah It's just me and my pack of Marlboros In the droptop ridin' round drowning all my sorrows And I thought for a second That the cops was following me Girl you know I grew up with no role models Look around in my room there's around four bottles And I hear and I hear all my dead idols calling me I'm in a Prada suit, sipping cheap whisky Can't help wondering why she's even with me Can't help hoping that my papa miss me Can't help smoking though I hate the nicotine Started living on my own by the age of 15 Couldn't sleep watching TV, wish I had some Coldin (16) Started smoking but I'm not a dope fiend 26 - when I really saw my wallet go green Rather be nouveau riche than on a leash Ona mnie pyta co robię Nic nie robię dziś (nie) Oni by mogli mieć wszystko Ale wolą pić (wiesz) Sippin' electrolytes in Sicily on the beach (ay) Move shady like a poltergeist On my table multiple cups of ice Tomato stains All my clothes are customized And I'm bumping culture, what's the price? (what's the, what's the, what's the price?)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.